After eating the noodles made by his mother, Xu Canhao's whole body turned into noodles soaked in water, soft. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info drooped his shoulders and head, and returned to his own room like a corpse, and fell asleep upside down, even the process of washing and undressing was omitted. Just when the sea of consciousness was about to fall into darkness and his brain was about to sleep, he suddenly stood up and looked at the digital clock at the head of the bed. It shows 23:18:54.

"Ah~~!" He let out a wail, fell back into the bed, staring at the giant egg in the sky in a daze, and the two ** strands in his mind were violently entangled and struggling. 'It's time... Did you sleep, or didn't you sleep...? Want to send a text message? No, no! It's too obvious, it's too abrupt...' It's a tangle of over and over again, whether to believe it or not. After tossing for a while, I lost my sleepiness. 'Why don't you test the apologies?' When the idea arrived, his eyes lit up, and he quickly got up and took out the phone from his coat, and then jumped back into bed.

'I didn't have time to say anything and left, I'm sorry...' He deleted it all again halfway through editing, feeling insincere, too casual, and the relationship was far from communicating in this tone. 'Sorry to bother so late. I left suddenly because something bad happened at home. I'm worried that you'll be confused or misunderstood, so I want to explain the situation. I'm sorry. After knocking down the last symbol, Xu Canhao, who had just suffered from gains and losses, suddenly felt a little nervous and a little expectant. Although the result is nothing more than two, it is hard for him to deduce n possibilities in the fantasy world. Until I woke up unexpectedly, I don't know when I had sent out the message.

It's done, and I'm starting to resent my own disgrace, and I want to hear the familiar chime with some anticipation. But after waiting for a while and not getting what he wanted, he threw away his phone irritably, pulled the quilt over his head and went to sleep, determined not to think about it anymore, and let it be.

Close your eyes and frown, tossing and turning. A group of small people poured out of their hearts, divided into two groups, as if they were having a debate. The topic kept going, and the sound kept stopping, which made Xu Canhao uneasy and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

"Marimba piano" has always been the default message prompt sound of Xu Canhao's crazy movie. Only Yuna's call was her own recorded naughty words, and the other girls' calls were all "The World of Reunion". In order to distinguish between work and private affairs, he set up the call tones of several important people at work separately to distinguish them from his parents and Xiaoxian.

Hearing the sound, Xu Canhao was like an awakened tiger, suddenly opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of shining eyes, and quickly turned over and pounced, and captured the prey accurately.

"That's right. Are you all right? Lee Minting's reply.

Although there are only a few numbers, Xu Canhao can't help but be overjoyed like a treasure, holding the mobile phone and dancing quickly on it.

"It's not over yet. A member of the family, a retriever dog who has lived with us for 11 years, passed away tonight. My sister is very sad, and the two are like sisters. I just sent them into a dream when I remembered what I wanted to tell you. Didn't disturb the rest, did you? He kept his writing posture like this, staring at the phone screen, his eyes unblinking, hoping for the next reply.

"It's so pitiful~ My sister must be crying a lot, right? If it were me, it would be very painful. ”

"Hmm. We spent our childhood together and grew up with each other. Although he is old, he still guards the persistence between the two and is willing to leave when his sister comes back... Thinking about that scene, it hurts, as if it has been playing on a loop in my head. This is the truth, Xu Canhao's expression was sad, and the mood of secretly rejoicing before no longer existed.

After waiting for a few minutes, when the sadness in Xu Canhao's heart was about to dissipate, the reply was belated. During this period, anticipation and impatience took hold again.

"I can understand that. Maybe it'll be better after tonight, right? Aren't there still children, I've seen them on TV, and they're very cute. The sister's attention should be shifted to them, which will help her. ”

There is no break, which Xu Canhao is very happy to see. He continued: "Thank you, I think so too. By the way, have you seen them, from where? ”

"Hehe, my agent doesn't know when he fell in love with the girl group, the girl group that sang in the previous paragraph, and now he likes your sister again... Girls' Generation, right? I've also followed it, and it's very energetic~ It seems that the uncle still likes pure little girls, well. ”

Xu Canhao held his mobile phone and chewed on the pleasurable factor in his words repeatedly, and the eight neat white teeth unconsciously ran out to look at the wind, unwilling to return for a long time.

"Well, I think that uncle also loves energetic girls, just like a daughter or a sister. Anyway, I'm also their food~"

"Not bad~ Like my brother, I have nothing to say to my sister. ^_^”

Looking at the expression of such a simple symbol pieced together, Xu Canhao chuckled stupidly twice.

One point, two points... Time fled without anyone noticing, leaving a mocking mark on his face and slamming a punch into both of his eyes.

The countless interesting things in the circle are the topics that the two talk about the most, and they are also the way to dispel sleepiness. The east and west families chatted for a short time, just like a housewife who had sent off the people who went to work and school at home, and had to chat happily. It didn't take long for him to suddenly find that the sun had risen, and then he realized that there were still mountains of family chores to do, and he had to cut off the conversation ruthlessly.

"I didn't expect it to be so late, it's time to rest. Let's talk about it next time. ”

"Is there a shoot tomorrow?" Xu Canhao looked a little unsatisfied.

"Nope. But staying up late is a woman's natural enemy! ”

"Hehe~ Okay, then good night."

“u~too~”

"I'll go to see the shooting tomorrow, can I have the honor of inviting the contemptible people to dinner?" He sent out such a sentence almost without thinking.

“yn__ny”

“yes！” Xu Canhao, who got the strength, even danced samba on the bed, and his mouth was bouncing and rubbing to accompany this pleasure.

"Dongxu Cheng doesn't deceive me!" Suddenly, such a nondescript sentence, as if thankful and sighing, turned out to be a natural --- of what others said. He likes this feeling of scratching his boots, like the beginning of a suspense movie, which makes people full of curiosity and anticipation for every step of the plot development after that, and like the cat leash theory invented by Mr. Jia, who always advertises himself as the Duke of Lozan in the new era (the legendary French prodigal son who died on the guillotine)...

"When the rope dangles over its head and just can't touch it, the cat will frantically try to grab the rope. It will pounce in the air, jump around, and run around chasing the rope. Once you put the rope down and let it land in the cat's paw, it will just look at the rope for a second and then walk away boringly. It doesn't want that rope anymore. Justin said so. (Purpose: He will enter the target circle after selecting them, and then deliberately isolate her.) This is the means used in the "four-stage theory" created by him, between "knowing" and "attracting". ）

Mr. Fake also has a peacock theory (males should show their confidence and pride in their beauty to everyone). These are all the experiences he has accumulated with his fellow Daoists ------ various battlefields bars, nightclubs, high-end restaurants, clubs and other places all year round. Although he is a star and has enough charm in his own right, he is still passionate about this kind of game, which he considers to be the study of communicative art, and wants to theorize and formulaize it. He enjoyed the worship of men and women, regardless of their origin.

Of course, this is not to say that Xu Canhao wants to use the set of "Jia dogma" restricted by regional culture to act on his own. He is not a prodigal son, not a hunter. Lee Minting can't be counted as prey either.

If you have to be like Mr. Jia, at a given stage, to give this feeling a noun as a footnote... It should be called "a postcard from afar," he thought.

This postcard, it may be a landscape, a house, cattle and sheep, or just a person. However, you can have a lot of new associations and a lot of beautiful ideas about them. These imaginations enrich people's lives, expand their horizons, and make people happy and happy. It trekked through mountains and rivers, walked under the blue sky and white clouds, passed through the wind and rain, carried the fragrance of the earth in a different place, the fragrance of flowers in the distance, the shadow of a certain city, and the unique breath and temperature of that place. It will definitely pass through many places and see many landscapes, and when it arrives in your hand, it is a postcard with experiences and stories, a postcard that is intriguing, pondering, chewing, and can be excavated. It is a postcard with rich experience, memories and emotions. It becomes a messenger, it transmits someone's message, someone's greeting, that person's beauty, it brings the happiest and most innocent blessing to the recipient, connects the two, and becomes a link and a bridge.

It is such a "postcard", always with a distant smell, always have room for reverie, its original intention is beautiful, halfway, it sees many landscapes, breathes different smells. Such abundance, like a woman, always let herself be full, let herself sip the charm and romance of the world, so that it becomes joyful, and makes people's hearts rise up to it. When it arrives, it is unique and joyful. It flies with a romantic thought, travels through a romantic time and space, and what it conveys is inevitably another romantic --- love or a haunting state of unfulfillment.

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Less than two hours after falling asleep, Xu Canhao was woken up by his father. The two were formally dressed, and under the eyes of Xu's mother and the chase of the dogs at home, they took the already stiff but still docile, comfortable and beautiful Dingjia and drove away. The place they are going to is the animal funeral ground in Longma Mountain, Jiangbei.

Xu Canhao personally put the Dingjia into the incinerator, holding the nameplate around its neck in his hand, which is a thought that must be left to his family, and it is also compensation for Xiaoxian's failure to see him off. It is estimated that when the girl learned that she didn't tell her and sent her away like this, she would lose her temper, and all the grievances and anger would only come to be her brother.

Father and son looked at the fire in the huge steel box, and their faces and eyes flashed with various colors. Dingjia is not a dog in the purebred sense, it is really a member of the Xu family, just like Xu Cheng, who is still in the dark, and occasionally jokingly calls it Xu Dingjia and sister--- which is really a joke of Xiaoxian.

"Dad, Xiaoxian and Fall will definitely go crazy if they know about it..."Xu Canhao stared at the "oven" in a daze, muttering unconsciously.

To Xu's father, Dingjia is his old buddy and confiding partner, and there are many things he would rather say to him than tell his beloved family. That year, South Korea went bankrupt, and Xu's father also lost his job. The eldest son in the family traveled far away, leaving him alone with an unemployed man at home, relying on Xu's mother's salary to support the two children. With a little share dividend and a few song copyright fees from his son, he barely survived, and he could only barely get by. During that time, Han Won reminded his father of Mark after World War I, and he was almost so angry that he used it as firewood in a fit of rage. During that time, his father lost a lot of weight, his beard grew thicker, and the cigarettes that he had quit for many years were also re-grasped in his hands, and Xiaoxian began to learn the depth of his father and brother from then on. Father, every day after the family went out during the day, he would sit under the porch, facing the old ginkgo biloba in the courtyard and the gloomy sky, stunned and blaming himself. When Binny got used to the smell of smoke, he would accompany him, resting his head on his front legs and lying on his stomach without making a sound, or putting his head on Xu's father's legs as if comforting, rubbing him, and letting him stroke his golden hair. So Dingjia became a forced acceptor of his father, and many of his thoughts, many burdens, many secrets, many regrets and angers were told to this guy who did not understand, but was willing to listen to them.

"Dad, let's go home. I think it's time to let the Dingjia stay there. "Seo Chan-ho's home is in an old house in Seoul. There were no sales or subleases, and occasionally they would go back for a night, and people would still be nostalgic after all, especially the older ones.

The father and son went to Yangping, returned to the old place, and scattered a handful of ashes under the old tree and a handful under the old house of Dingjia. For the rest, Xu Canhao wanted people to carve a statue of Dingjia out of paulownia wood, leaving its "body" in it and shelving it in Xiaoxian's courtyard. "Maybe so, my sister will be at ease~" He and his father stopped for the last time, looked at the small courtyard and old house full of too many memories behind them, closed the squeaky big iron door, and locked the Dingjia in the Philharmonic Nest that it had guarded all its life.